Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.